Leila' s Love Story (engl.) - Sexgeschichten

Leila' s Love Story (engl.)

... should be ashamed of yourself for suggesting that." She gave him another of her sexy wicked grins. "And I definitely will be ashamed of myself, because I'm going to do it."

She rose from the table and strode over to Bob. She squatted down beside Bob, her too-tight panties still outlining her vagina, her bra worn round her waist like a belt. The movement caused her breasts to bounce only a couple feet from Bob's greedy eyes. "I need more practice at darts. Would you help me out? I thought you and I could team up, and your friends make up two other teams and we could all play a three-way game of 801." Bob was obviously trying to answer, but no words came out. "Please, Bob, be a sweetheart" she panted, "I would be sooo grateful."

Bob agreed immediately, and his four friends nodded their heads, totally amazed. Leila sprang up and clapped her hands in joy, causing her breasts and buns to bounce again. The five guys were slower getting up, their hands down in their laps rearranging something or other. As she thought about David's plan her nipples sprang to attention again, bringing groans from her opponents.

She trotted up to the dais, with Bob at her heels; the other four spending a moment at the table to decide on the two teams. The shooting order was decided, with Leila and Bob being the third team, and Leila chose to let Bob shoot first. Therefore, when it was her turn to shoot, she had already seen everyone else's capabilities, and she felt that if it were a ...

... perfectly fair game, all three teams would have a chance of winning; she did not intend it to be a perfectly fair game. Once her turn was over, she strolled down to about where she had stood during her game with Bob, but this time she sat on the railing, her legs toward the shooter. She would sway to the beat of whatever song was playing for the dancer, her breasts bouncing and shimmering in the bright light illuminating the dartboard, and more and more often her hand would drift down between her thighs and stimulate the flow that was quickly turning the tight cotton covering over her genitals transparent again. When Bob's turn arrived, she would slip back to the hockey, and discuss his best shots, then stand behind him as he shot. The results were exactly what David had predicted. Leila and Bob romped to victory, and, best of all, the proud peacock that had thought himself a "real man" flubbed more shots than anyone.

After the victory, she walked back to their table with her arm around Bob's waist, and when she hugged him this time he hugged back. "Thank you so much for the practice, Bob. You were so nice to help me out, and a marvellous teammate." This time she gave him a long kiss on the lips instead of the quick peck on the cheek he had received before. She walked back to her table, and sank back into the safety of David's arm. She was still dripping as she looked back at the other table. The four guys looked totally stunned that Bob should have received such a generous thank ...